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Finally! Meghan was out of the states and living on her own. That's when she met her favorite boy band since almost forever! She gets their autographs, take a picture, secretly wishing she was more to them than just another fan, but knowing that would never ever happen, she went on her way. In and out of the recording studio, on her way to becoming a professional musician and living her dream. But was that run in the end of her journey with the boys? Might another dream, apart from becoming a musician come true. This is the Story of Meghan McCarthy and the beginning of what seems like the end.


26. It's Complicated.

"I'll have the Chicken Parmesan." Niall told the waiter.

"And I guess I'll have the same." I smiled at the waiter and he smiled back. He left leaving Niall and I to our conversation.

"Thanks for coming with me tonight," Niall gazed into my eyes and I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as I smiled shyly, "But may I ask, why couldn't you give them your own family's contacts?" My smile dropped, as did my head to just stare at my empty place mat, awaiting my food to arrive. I didn't answer. "Meghan?"

"It's complicated." I stated still looking down, refusing his wonderful gaze that moments ago I couldn't have ever let go.

"Well, I have time, but if you really don't want to-"

"It's not that I don't want to," I interrupted him extending the word 'want'. "It's just complicated and I've never really told anyone before."

"Well, why never? Sometimes it helps to get it out, just let yourself go to one person." Niall told me like a counselor would. Yet I found him much less annoying than a counselor.

"Do you have a person?" I asked him curiously, returning my gaze back to the one he hadn't let off of me. 

"I sure do. It's Zayn matter of fact. He's a fantastic listener. Plus gives Fantastic advice." The way he said 'Fantastic made me giggle a bit, "So will you let me be your person?" He continued. I smiled at him.

"I suppose"

"I'm here to listen." He relaxed back in his chair and put his arms behind his head. His humour never failed to make me laugh!

"Well I guess it started when I was maybe around 14. I became obsessed with London and the fact that I had to do something in music. I believed that if I worked hard enough that I could complete my goals of becoming a professional singer. I wasn't always good at singing I used to be absolutely horrid but I practiced and looked up new ways to be better 24/7. I eventually got to be where I am now as far as skill. My mom knew about my dream and how realistic I thought it was. She thought it was absolutely ridiculous. I mean I know that only like 1 in a million get to be where I am now but there was something inside me that told me I could do it, and that I would. you know?"

"Yeah, just an instinct. You just know it will happen, but you feel crazy for admitting it." Niall almost read my mind. I swear!

"Exactly!" I continued on with my life story. "She said maybe it could happen but she never really believed. Classmates made fun of me growing up and I was never the 'popular' one if you have to put a label on it." I was surprised how much i was actually opening up to Niall like I was. But I felt safe with him, like I could trust him. "Then my grandparents moved in with our family. My grandfather physically disabled, and my grandmother mentally. I was uncomfortable being around them and I couldn't handle the fact they weren't 'all there'. I never told anyone at school, they would probably think I was a freak." I kept telling him about my story, Niall listening intently, "and then-" I was cut off by the waiter bringing us our food.

"Enjoy your food" He stated then walked away.

"Looks good!" i exclaimed looking at the delicious food set in front of me. The Niall spoke.

"Well go on! it sounds like you're almost to the end." I laughed at his eagerness to my boring story.

"Alright! but I don't know why you're excited to hear about my boring life."

"Because it's about you" He wore a big grin on his face.

"Well anyway. I had plans to leave for London for a couple months when my agent told me about the contract the didn't start until just Friday. I didn't tell anyone I got the contract. Not my best friend  not my brother, not my mom, dad, no one! Well then exactly a week ago, I left. I had my my clothes packed, important stuff that I couldn't leave at home. I left a note on the counter telling them I moved out and that they probably won't be hearing from me. How sorry I was and if they did hear from me it won't be for a long time. I got a new phone but kept everyone's contacts just in case I chickened out and wanted to go back, but I haven't, and won't." Niall looked at me in disbelief. "What?" i questioned him and took a bite of my magnificent chicken.

"I can't believe you just up and left your family like that," i didn't know what that was supposed to mean, but if it was supposed to be an insult, his accent made it sound so sweet. "Don't you miss them? or do you think you made the right choice?"

"Yeah, I mean, I miss them, but I also missed my ex-boyfriend for a month or two after we broke up. You never truly loose feelings or don't love someone any more that you once did. You just learn to live with out them. Each day, the task becoming easier. She'll always be my mother, I just won't see her."

"More smart words from the lovely Meghan McCarthy" I laughed at how he tried to lighten the mood. "but do you think you made the right choice?" he repeated his other question from before.

"Well..." I hesitated for a moment before coming to my conclusion, "Yeah, I do think I made the right choice. actually meeting you kind of made me think so even more!" I took another bite of my 5-star food.

"How so?" He questioned. My answer came quick and easy.

"Meeting you... I feel like it was another sign it was right. I always knew I would get a recording contract, I always knew I would move to London, I always knew I would someday end up doing what I did, and being a fan, I had this very strong instinct I would someday meet you."

 He blushed at my words. "Your crying"

"What? crying? How?" I was full of questions. I raised my hand to my cheek to feel a tear. Niall gave me a weird look like I was crazy. "I don't cry. I mean I haven't cried in 6 months except for 2 nights ago, but only for a second I did." I felt another tear.

"Maybe it was talking about your family." Niall suggested. I knew that wasn't it though.

"No. To be honest, It was because of talking about the contract and the things that rush through my head. Also though, remembering the thoughts that went through my head at 14 years old. The thoughts of maybe meeting you." Another tear escaped my eye. They were falling slowly, but now I could feel them.

"Meeting me?" He asked me this like it was an unbelievable question, "Why?" he wasn't creeped out, which was a good thing, but he was confused. Come On Niall!!!!! You're from One Direction!!

"Well, you know when you have a role model, some one that's your inspiration, another reason to keep going, another reason to reach your dream or goal?" Niall nodded his head, and took my hand "Well when you meet that person, you get overwhelmed. You want nothing more than to thank them, than just to make sure they know just how amazing they are." He came over to give me a hug. He wrapped his arms around my waist putting his head into my neck. I then hugged him back and put my arms around his neck. We fit together like two puzzle pieces. This moment was perfect. "Thank you Niall, You really are amazing" He pulled away and gave me a kiss on the nose. He took my hand and started to lead my down towards the exit.

"Let's get out of here" He smile back at me as we kept walking. He paid on the way out and helped me into his car so we could go.

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